I was talking to a friend the other day, about sobriety and breakups and other things that feel like getting punched in the guts. We were comparing “what have YOU done sober” stories. I have gone to more weddings sober than him, but he has gone on road trips with friends sober, while they were … Continue reading Some possible missions
I am retiring “laid back” from my list of “ways I want to be”. “At peace” is a way I want to be. But “laid back” is way too close to “chill” which is just another bullshit way of saying “lower your standards”. I'm too sober and alive for that shit. This desirable state of … Continue reading Not a chill girl.
Oh hi, here's me! There's this non-profit I like, Big Vision NYC, and they're doing great stuff in the substance abuse space. They asked me to share a bit of my own story, and a "before and after picture", for their social media pages. My first thought was "Aw, shucks, y'all!" and my next thought … Continue reading Before and happily ever after
It’s been a little over a year since I quit drinking. 3 years since I took a huge leap and left the life I planning with someone else, and went in a completely different direction. Sometimes I look around and realized how far I’ve gone, and how much good stuff I have here, on the … Continue reading You’re not alone in the dark. It’s just dark. Keep going.
I went to Nashville and all I got was a gaudy, blingy half marathon metal and alone time with my boyfriend! OH WAIT. I like that stuff. The things I didn’t get: in a fight on the street with my boyfriend, a hangover, or PADS, an abbreviation my friends and I had for a made-up … Continue reading Traveling sober: Nashville
ghost ɡōst/ noun an apparition of a dead person that is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically as a nebulous image. There's been a ghost in my house, y'all. A "nebulous image" that's been chasing me like a shadow. Let me tell you a story. In the last year and a half, … Continue reading Boo! A story about ghosts.
Let me tell you a short story about big hair and big coats. The other day I busted out the blow dryer, which I hadn’t done since I chopped my hair off. I blow dried my hair with the sole purpose of seeing how large I could make it. VERY LARGE, as it turns out. … Continue reading Big coat+ big hair, don’t care.
